John to Hickey: *smiles and asks something he has never asked him* Hickey, how do you think you have changed the world, for the future?

John to Elwood: I still think fondly of you. How are you?

John to typist: Do you identify with any of your boys particularly, do you live with them all at different times, or do you live as them all at different times, or they all your friends sitting around your living room eating whiskey waffles together? They are so different, yet I feel connection to them all, even before I know they are yours (witness Elwood, Marlo, Hickey and yes possibly Jamie and/or Edmond, and even Richard.) *carries on*

Typist to Scrimegour: Your advice was good. What frustrated you about the ministry? I see you smiling, but it must have been very frustrating. Feel free to state a positive aspect also if you wish.

typist to Jamie: Tell me how you feel about Edmund.

Typist to typist: Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring banana-Brecht! Ok. That was gratuitous, but it has been echoing in my head all day. I have the phone song on my ipod. If you could, what, produce? direct? *is sadly lacking in proper theatre terminology* If you could ______ a play and you could do anything you wanted, what play would you select and what would be its distinct features?

Typist to Camilla: After the Latin and Greek cultures, which would you choose as more interesting or useful, or would you choose the modern time?

Typist to Camilla: The Bacchanal. I can't help but being intrigued as you were initially no doubt. What was it like, afterwards, to know you could lose yourself to the Dionysian? What was it like to come back?

Typist to Camilla: I did not miss Bunny. Did you feel as much dismay at his life as at his death?

Typist to Camilla: While we are being impertinent I see you almost as a Grecian statue, cool and beautiful. In what do you see great beauty?

Typist to Camilla: I know what I see in Henry. What most draws you to him?

Typist to Camilla: What is it like to have a twin, to never be lonely or alone, to be known, to know another completely?

Honestly, before friending him we had been reading his posts as they appeared, thinking, 'How nice to see Lupin' (we call him Lupin in our head for some reason.) We both like him very much - so warm and sad.

John to typist: It makes me glad when typists love their friends. Why do you love Remus?

John to Remus: I should like to get to know you a little more, if you like. Might you come for drinks sometime, or perhaps ice cream or pie if you do not drink?

John to Remus: What quality or ideal do you most want to possess, not for another, but for yourself?

John to Remus: At night, is there a recurring dream that intrigues you, makes you secretly glad, or reveals insight you might not otherwise have encountered?

John to Remus: What comforted you, before you came back to Hogwarts, before you had your family?

Typist to typist: Remus is with Tonks, and it is perfect. Remus is with Sirius and it is perfect. How can you manage this? I am all admiration.

Wow, it is hard to think of things we do not naturally ask you, but it is lovely you posted here. 8^)

John to Gabriel: I love you like the sun - warm, life-giving, steady, ever-present, so reassuring and loving too. I would photosynthesise for you, as I said. Is there anything, anything at all I can do for you to be... more for you? I know you have our Father for all you need, but can I... is there anything I can do, that I could... love you better... no, show you better that I love you and can care for you?

John to Gabriel: It meant so much to light the menorah with you. It is the wrong season now, but... Will you play driedel with me? I got you a very nice one, and silver dimes - just a little present in the middle of Hanukah.

John to typist: I failed with Paul, but he was truly quite drunk. Is there... any subject we might meet to discuss, anything that could entice him that is not quite so fraught with peril? I've been learning...

John to Paul: Do you think maybe... you would help me with my modern wardrobe someday? Your style is sartorial, as is mine but from a previous time of course and I could use advice for both visiting and dignified casual attire...

John to typist: *very very shyly, so shyly the writing is small* Didn't Gabe want a kiss, at Christmas?